Poem 3 of 30 - April 3 - How it Probably Began

How it Probably Began

The book had pictures of real people

inside.  Their bodies rose and fell

in places I had only wondered about.

Before now, only a mythical terrain

of what might be happening beneath

the canopies of blouse, jacket, skirt

coats.  All these bodies pale in black

and white – and hairy.  And something

in me sang out to the breasts and the labeled

vagina, and even the explanations of what

happened when two people love each

other and what happens next sent my body

divining those bodies in exhibition

for my benefit, for my new and holy

knowing. How could I not love

learning and love the body. I asked

for a brother and wanted to know –

my voice rising – where they came from

that I couldn’t just have one, and my

mother brought home the slender

bible Where Babies Come From

and thrust it without ceremony into my hands

and said, Read, and all of a sudden the

streets opened, and the bodies of neighborhood

girls became a gauntlet of inquisition.

So much magic opening up to me

that summer holiday. I was skipping

a class going directly to 2^nd Grade

and my body went ahead of me

singing; guarding this new song.

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